Tatiana's Eyes Were Huge And Poison-green, Eyes

The Only Alternative Seems To Be Doing Nothing…and Doing Nothing, I Find, Rarely Accomplishes Anything

It Was A Bit Warm. Still. If One Could Look This Fabulous, One Had An Obligation To. One Should Wear Everything, Or One Should Wear Nothing At All.

Remember When You Fell Out Of That Tree On The Farm When You Were Ten, And Broke Your Arm? Remember How He Made Them Let Him Ride With You In The Ambulance On The Way To The Hospital? He Kicked And Yelled Till They Gave In.” “you Laughed,” Said Clary, Remembering, “and My Mom Hit You In The Shoulder.” “it Was Hard Not To Laugh. Determination Like That In A 10-year-old Is Something To See. He Was Like A Pit Bull.” “if Pit Bulls Wore Glasses And Were Allergic To Ragweed.” -luke And Clary Talking About Simon, Pg.211-

The Witchlight Made His Skin Paler, His Eyes More Intently Blue. They Were The Color Of The Water In The North Atlantic, Where The Ice Drifted On Its Blue-black Surface Like The Snow Clinging To The Dark Glass Pane Of A Window.

One Can Give Up Many Things For Love, But One Should Not Give Up Oneself.